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I Think The Most Joyous Thing In Life Is To Loaf Around And Watch Another Bloke Do A Job Of Work. Look How Popular Are The Men Who Dig Up London With Electric Drills. Duke's Son, Cook's Son, Son Of A Hundred Kings, People Will Stand There For Hours On End, Ear Drums Splitting. Why? Simply For The Pleasure Of Being Idle While Watching Other People Work.

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I Think The Most Joyous Thing In Life Is To Loaf Around And Watch Another Bloke Do A Job Of Work. Look How Popular Are The Men Who Dig Up London With Electric Drills. Duke's Son, Cook's Son, Son Of A Hundred Kings, People Will Stand There For Hours On End, Ear Drums Splitting. Why? Simply For The Pleasure Of Being Idle While Watching Other People Work.

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A Woman Fit To Be A Man's Wife Is Too Good To Be His Servant.

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Very Dangerous Things, Theories.

Dangerous Things

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For We Let Our Young Men And Women Go Out Unarmed In A Day When Armor Was Never So Necessary. By Teaching Them To Read, We Have Left Them At The Mercy Of The Printed Word. By The Invention Of The Film And The Radio, We Have Made Certain That No Aversion To Reading Shall Secure Them From The Incessant Battery Of Words, Words, Words. They Do Not Know What The Words Mean; They Do Not Know How To Ward Them Off Or Blunt Their Edge Or Fling Them Back; They Are Prey To Words In Their Emotions Instead Of Being The Masters Of Them In Their Intellects.

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The Business Of The Artist Is Not To Escape From His Material Medium Or Bully It, But To Serve It; But To Serve It, He Must Love It. If He Does So, He Will Realise That In Its Service Is Perfect Freedom.

Nothing Is More Cruel To The Young Than To Tell Them That The World Is Made For Youth.

The Christian Faith Is The Most Exciting Drama That Ever Staggered The Imagination Of Man-and The Dogma Is The Drama ... The Plot Pivots Upon A Single Character, And The Whole Action Is The Answer To A Single Central Problem: 'what Think Ye Of Christ?'... He Was Emphatically Not A Dull M An In His Human Lifetime, And If He Was God, There Can Be Nothing Dull About God Either.

There Is Also One Excellent Reason Why The Veriest Amateur May Feel Entitled To Have An Opinion About Education. For If We Are Not All Professional Teachers, We Have All, At Some Time Or Other, Been Taught. Even If We Learned Nothing-perhaps In Particular If We Learned Nothing-our Contribution To The Discussion May Have A Potential Value.

I Admit It Is Better Fun To Punt Than Be Punted, And That A Desire To Have All The Fun Is Nine-tenths Of The Law Of Chivalry.

This Is The Weakness Of Most 'edifying' Or 'propaganda' Literature. There Is No Diversity...you Cannot, In Fact, Give God His Due Without Giving The Devil His Due Also.

The Devil ... Is Much Better Served By Exploiting Our Virtues Than By Appealing To Our Lower Passions; Consequently, It Is When The Devil Looks Most Noble And Reasonable That He Is Most Dangerous.

Have You Noticed That The Astronomers And Mathematicians Are Much The Most Cheerful People Of The Lot? I Suppose That Perpetually Contemplating Things On So Vast A Scale Makes Them Feel Either That It Doesn't Matter A Hoot Anyway, Or That Anything So Large And Elaborate Must Have Some Sense In It Somewhere.

Still, It Doesn't Do To Murder People, No Matter How Offensive They May Be.

Britain Possesses No Climate, Only Weather.

How Fleeting Are All Human Passions Compared With The Massive Continuity Of Ducks.

The Recognition Of The Truth That We Get In The Artist's Work Comes To Us As A Revelation Of New Truth. We Did Not Know It Before, But The Moment It Is Shown To Us, We Know That, Somehow Or Other, We Had Always Known It.

The Best Remedy For A Bruised Heart Is Not, As So Many People Think, Repose Upon A Manly Bosom. Much More Efficacious Are Honest Work, Physical Activity, And The Sudden Acquisition Of Wealth.

Do You Solemnly Swear Never To Conceal A Vital Clue From The Reader? Do You Promise To Observe Seemly Moderation In The Use Of Gangs, Conspiracies, Super Criminals And Lunatics And Utterly And Forever To Forswear Mysterious Poisons Unknown To Science? Will You Honor The King's English? ... If You Fail To Keep Your Promise, May Other Writers Steal Your Plots And Your Pages Swarm With Misprints.

I Have Never Regretted Paradise Lost Since I Discovered That It Contained No Eggs-and-bacon.

Anythin' Wrong Leaves A Kind Of Impression On The Eye; Brain Trots Along Afterwards With The Warnin'.

And What Do All The Great Words Come To In The End, But That? I Love You - I Am At Rest With You - I Have Come Home.

The Only Christian Work Is Good Work, Well Done

Here Be Dragons To Be Slain, Here Be Rich Rewards To Gain; If We Perish In The Seeking, Why, How Small A Thing Is Death!

The Artist's Knowledge Of His Own Creative Nature Is Often Unconscious; He Pursues His Mysterious Way Of Life In A Strange Innocence.

A Passage Is Not Plain English - Still Less Is It Good English - If We Are Obliged To Read It Twice To Find Out What It Means.

What? Sunday Morning In An English Family And No Sausages? God Bless My Soul, What's The World Coming To, Eh?

If We Did Not Know All His Retorts By Heart, If We Had Not Taken The Sting Out Of Them By Incessant Repetition In The Accents Of The Pulpit, And If We Had Not Somehow Got It Into Our Heads That Brains Were Rather Reprehnsible, We Should Reckon Him Among The Greatest Wits Of All Time. Nobody Else, In Three Brief Years, Has Achieved Such An Output Of Epigram.

Forgiveness Is The One Unpardonable Sin.

Some People's Blameless Lives Are To Blame For A Good Deal.

Double Standard

There Certainly Does Seem A Possibility That The Detective Story Will Come To An End, Simply Because The Public Will Have Learnt All The Tricks.

How Can I Find The Words? Poets Have Taken Them All And Left Me With Nothing To Say Or Do" "except To Teach Me For The First Time What They Meant.

The Doctrine Of Hell Is Not "mediaeval Priestcraft" For Frightening People Into Giving Money To The Church: It Is Christ's Deliberate Judgment On Sin.... We Cannot Repudiate Hell Without Altogether Repudiating Christ.

A Facility For Quotation Covers The Absence Of Original Thought.

Original Thought

I Often Think When A Man's Once Past A Certain Age, The Older He Grows The Tougher He Gets, And Women The Same Or More So.

If People Will Bring Dynamite Into A Powder Factory, They Must Expect Explosions.

. . . The Fellow's Got A Bee In His Bonnet. Thinks God's A Secretion Of The Liver--all Right Once In A Way, But There's No Need To Keep On About It. There's Nothing You Can't Prove If Your Outlook Is Only Sufficiently Limited.

A Person Who Tells A Secret, Swearing The Recipient To Secrecy In Turn, Is Asking Of The Other Person A Discretion Which He Is Abrogating Himself.

The Ideal Of A Perfectly Functioning Democracy Is One Person, One Vote; The Ideal Of A Perfectly Functioning Market Is One Dollar, One Vote.it's A Hoary Superstition That Democratically Elected Governments Invariably Function As Instruments Of The Collective Will.a Society In Which Consumption Has To Be Artificially Stimulated In Order To Keep Production Going Is A Society Founded On Trash And Waste.

Every Time A Man Expects, As He Says, His Money To Work For Him, He Is Expecting Other People To Work For Him.

It Is Impossible For Human Nature To Believe That Money Is Not There. It Seems So Much More Likely That The Money Is There And Only Needs Bawling For.

That There Is A Secret Itself Is A Secret.

Even Idiots Ocasionally Speak The Truth Accidentally.

Speak The Truth

And Heresy Is, As I Have Tried To Show, Largely The Expression Of Opinion Of The Untutored Average Man, Trying To Grapple With The Problems Of The Universe At The Point Where They Begin To Interfere With His Daily Life And Thought.

For God's Sake, Let's Take The Word 'possess' And Put A Brick Round Its Neck And Drown It ... We Can't Possess One Another. We Can Only Give And Hazard All We Have.

None Of Us Feels The True Love Of God Till We Realize How Wicked We Are. But You Can't Teach People That - They Have To Learn By Experience.

But To Lord Peter The World Presented Itself As An Entertaining Labyrinth Of Side-issues

No Share-pusher Could Vend His Worthless Stock, If He Could Not Count On Meeting, In His Prospective Victim, An Unscrupulous Avarice As Vicious As His Own, But Stupider. Every Time A Man Expects, As He Says, His Money To Work For Him, He Is Expecting Other People To Work For Him.

Unless We Do Change Our Whole Way Of Thought About Work, I Do Not Think We Shall Ever Escape From The Appalling Squirrel-cage Of Economic Confusion In Which We Have Been Madly Turning For The Last Three Centuries Or So, The Cage In Which We Landed Ourselves By Acquiescing In A Social System Based Upon Envy And Avarice. A Society In Which Consumption Has To Be Artificially Stimulated In Order To Keep Production Going Is A Society Founded On Trash And Waste.

We Cannot Really Look At The Movement Of The Spirit, Just Because It Is The Power By Which We Do The Looking.

Philip Wasn't The Sort Of Man To Make A Friend Of A Woman. He Wanted Devotion. I Gave Him That. I Did, You Know. But I Couldn't Stand Being Made A Fool Of. I Couldn;t Stand Being Put On Probation, Like An Office-boy, To See If I Was Good Enough To Be Condescended To. I Quite Thought He Was Honest When He Said He Didn't Believe In Marriage -- And Then It Turned Out That It Was A Test, To See Whether My Devotion Was Abject Enough. Well, It Wasn't. I Didn't Like Having Matrimony Offered As A Bad-conduct Prize.

There's Ways And Ways Of Dyin'. Some Is Took, And Some Takes French Leave, And Others Is 'elped Out Of Life.

That You Cannot Have Christian Principles Without Christ Is Becoming Increasingly Clear, Because Their Validity As Principles Depends On Christ's Authority.

First I Believe It To Be A Grave Mistake To Present Christianity As Something Charming And Popular With No Offense Inn It.

It's Very Good Of You--" "no, No, Not At All. It's My Hobby. Not Proposing To People, I Don't Mean, But Investigating Things. Well, Cheer-frightfully-ho And All That. And I'll Call Again, If I May." "i Will Give The Footman Orders To Admit You," Said The Prisoner, Gravely, "you Will Always Find Me At Home.

There Are Crimes Which The Law Cannot Reach.

I Am Better Off With Vegetables At The Bottom Of My Garden Than With All The Fairies Of The Midsummer Night's Dream.

Everybody Is, I Suppose, Either Classic Or Gothic By Nature. Either You Feel In Your Bones That Buildings Should Be Rectangular Boxes With Lids To Them, Or You Are Moved To The Marrow By Walls That Climb And Branch, And Break Into A Inflorescence Of Pinnacles.

It Seems To Me Quite Disastrous That The Idea Should Have Got About That Christianity Is An Other-worldly, Unreal, Idealistic Kind Of Religion That Suggests That If We Are Good We Shall Be Happy. On The Contrary, It Is Fiercely And Even Harshly Realistic, Insisting That There Are Certain Eternal Achievements That Make Even Happiness Look Like Trash.

Every Great Man Has A Woman Behind Him ... And Every Great Woman Has Some Man Or Other In Front Of Her, Tripping Her Up.

I Always Have A Quotation For Everything - It Saves Original Thinking.

It's Not The Innocent Young Things That Need Gentle Handling--it's The Ones That Have Been Frightened And Hurt.

God Wastes Nothing - Not Even Sin. The Soul That Has Struggled And Come Through Is Enriched By It's Experiences, And Grace Does Not Merely Blot Out The Evil Past But In The Most Literal Sense "makes It Good."

Of All Devils Let Loose In The World There Is No Devil Like Devoted Love.

I Have Never Yet Heard Any Middle-aged Man Or Woman Who Worked With His Or Her Brains Express Any Regret For The Passing Of Youth.

The Rule Seemed To Be That A Great Woman Must Either Die Unwed ... Or Find A Still Greater Man To Marry Her. ... The Great Man, On The Other Hand, Could Marry Where He Liked, Not Being Restricted To Great Women; Indeed, It Was Often Found Sweet And Commendable In Him To Choose A Woman Of No Sort Of Greatness At All.

Work Is Not Primarily A Thing One Does To Live But The Thing One Lives To Do. It Is, Or It Should Be, The Full Expression Of The Worker's Faculties, The Thing In Which He Finds Spiritual, Mental And Bodily Satisfaction, And The Medium In Which He Offers Himself To God.

Passion's A Good, Stupid Horse That Will Pull The Plough Six Days A Week If You Give Him The Run Of His Heels On Sundays. But Love's A Nervous, Awkward, Over-mastering Brute; If You Can't Rein Him, It's Best To Have No Truck With Him.

But That's Men All Over ... Poor Dears, They Can't Help It. They Haven't Got Logical Minds.

No, No, There Must Be A Limit To The Baseness Even Of Publishers.

The Autobiography Is At One And The Same Time A Single Element In The Series Of The Writer's Created Works And An Interpretation Of The Whole Series.

We Are Much Too Much Inclined In These Days To Divide People Into Permanent Categories, Forgetting That A Category Only Exists For Its Special Purpose And Must Be Forgotten As Soon As That Purpose Is Served.

[t]he More Clamour We Make About 'the Women's Point Of View', The More We Rub It Into People That The Women's Point Of View Is Different, And Frankly I Do Not Think It Is -- At Least In My Job. The Line I Always Want To Take Is, That There Is The 'point Of View' Of The Reasonably Enlightened Human Brain, And That This Is The Aspect Of The Matter Which I Am Best Fitted To Uphold.

And Then, At Night, The Lit Lamp And The Drawn Curtain, With The Flutter Of The Turned Page And Soft Scrape Of Pen On Paper The Only Sounds To Break The Silence Between Quarter- And Quarter-chime.

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